PunchDrunk

The promised case-moth prescience experiment hasn't come to pass yet, apologies. I've been a bit busy and Roy's been a little moody this week. Next week for sure.

But briefly, speaking of unnatural phenomenon, I witnessed two highly unusual and educative events during the week.

I went to the footy on Sunday to watch my Dees embarrass the Dons, and saw something I've never previously witnessed. A Melbourne team was not only NOT slaughtered by the formerly white maggots, you'd have to say they got the better of decisions. (Most where technically there, barring the jack Watts push, but that's usually irrelevant.)

The interesting thing is I was beginning to think that I was simply becoming an unbalanced persecutionist, and that no matter what happened on a footy field I'd think my side was being robbed and treated unfairly. Now I've actually seen the other side, I know how it feels, and I know it's a sensation I've never had before. So it's good news, It's not paranoia, I actually am being persecuted.

The second phenomena I witnessed was related to the same event.
This may be a Demon oddity as the Bombers have had the wood over us for far too long, but has anyone else noticed that Essendon fans had become the most arrogant, born-to-rule arseholes that slithered around the face of the earth? The kings and queens of the in-crowd niggle? The "Thanks for coming. Better beat the crowd home losers" specialists?
Well what a beautiful sight to see, from about the 5 minute mark of the last quarter, the vision of red and black clad scum heading for the car-park, eyes rigidly looking straight forward and slightly down. Desperately avoiding any possibility of any stray eye-contact.
Suffer in yer jocks, couldn't happen to nicer bastards.